Music is in the air

Bhupesh Gupta
Nov 5 · 2 min read

my emptiness doesn't mean I have nothing to give

me in my picture somewhere in Rishikesh

Was born hollowed to sing my tune

and the world filled me with desires, greeds, and fumes

today I empty myself to feel hollow again

and hold a bamboo born hollow and remains the same

in it, I blow air from the depths of my emptiness

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Bhupesh Gupta

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a professional dentist, a passionate writer. I write about self-improvement through self-introspection, inspire by loud passionate voice, poetic expression

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